All Chapters of Fated To The Blood Moon Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucy couldn’t stop thinking about the journal. Each word had been a window into Karl’s guarded world, every line pulling her closer to truths he refused to share. That night, after the pack house had settled into an uneasy silence, she slipped into her room, lit a candle, and carefully unfolded the journal’s pages once more.The spidery handwriting told a grim tale—one of blood, sacrifice, and a curse that shadowed Karl’s bloodline. The curse wasn’t just a punishment; it was a cycle of loss tied to the Blood Moon itself. Every Alpha who found their fated mate faced the same devastating fate: the mate’s death was inevitable, a payment to the curse’s binding power.Her breath caught when she reached a section detailing Karl’s past. He hadn’t always been this cold, this controlled. He’d been different—open, protective, full of hope. But the journal revealed how that changed the night of his first transformation.The words blurred before her eyes, and the room seemed to darken. The journa

The forest was dense, its towering pines casting long shadows in the waning afternoon light. Karl’s pace was brisk, his steps deliberate as he led Lucy deeper into the woods. He hadn’t said much since pulling her aside after training, but the tension radiating off him was impossible to ignore.Lucy quickened her stride to match his. “You’re mad,” she said, breaking the silence.Karl didn’t stop. “You think?”She sighed, already weary of his clipped tone. “If this is about the fight, I—”“It’s not about the fight,” he cut in, his voice sharp. He finally stopped, turning to face her. “It’s about the journal.”Her stomach dropped. Of course, he’d figured it out. “What about it?”His eyes narrowed. “You read it.”Lucy crossed her arms, meeting his glare. “You left it where anyone could find it.”“Anyone didn’t find it. You did.” He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”She held her ground, refusing to be intimidated. “I know

The next morning, Lucy rose before sunrise, her body aching from the relentless training the day before. She dressed quickly, the unease from the night lingering like a shadow. Karl’s words echoed in her mind: You’re more attuned than I thought. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but the way he had looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, unnerved her.By the time she stepped onto the training grounds, the early morning fog clung to the air. The pack’s warriors had already begun their drills, their movements sharp and efficient. Conversations were muted, the tension from the rogue attack still palpable.Lucy joined a group practicing close-quarters combat. She didn’t miss the sideways glances or the whispers that followed her. Most of the pack had accepted her presence, but there was a small faction that didn’t hide their hostility.Among them was Mira, a young she-wolf with sharp amber eyes and a sneer that rarely left her lips. Mira’s family, the Holloways, were old rivals

Conan paced the dimly lit room, his hand clutching a crumpled letter. The evidence he had uncovered earlier that day burned in his mind. Rogue activity wasn’t just a distant threat—it had infiltrated the heart of the Bloodmoon Pack. And the names on that letter? Mira, Geoffrey, Laura—all trusted members of the pack.He slammed the letter down on the desk. “How could they do this?” he muttered, his voice low but laced with anger.Lucy, who had been lingering in the shadows, hesitated. She hadn’t meant to overhear, but Conan’s frustration had drawn her in. The words Mira, Geoffrey, and Laura echoed in her mind like a warning bell. She stepped forward cautiously. “Conan?”He spun around, startled, but his expression softened when he saw her. “Lucy, you shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice steady despite the unease bubbling within her.Conan hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “It’s...complicated. There’s a traitor in our midst. More than one,

The weight of the coming storm hung over the Bloodmoon Pack like a suffocating shroud. Karl stood at the center of the war room, his fists planted on the heavy oak table that was covered with maps, scouting reports, and hastily scribbled notes. The room buzzed with tension, every pack member present acutely aware of the gravity of Mira’s betrayal and the threat it posed.Lucy leaned against the far wall, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her wounds were fresh, the dull ache a reminder of her recent recklessness, but she refused to let it keep her sidelined. She had to be involved—her visions, her instincts, and her sheer determination demanded it.“We can’t wait for Stormclaw to come to us,” Karl growled, his voice a low rumble of fury. “We need to act now. Cut them off before they have the chance to organize.”Conan nodded, his expression grim. “Mira’s likely already halfway to their territory. She knows our defenses, our weak spots. If Geoffrey gets that intel—”“He’ll gut us